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    "Could It Be [Anything You Want Remix]" Lyrics

    Jaheim

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    Huh, uh yeah
    Bout to put it to 'em
    With some ghetto slick shit, heh
    Check it out, one time
    For your motherfuckin' mind (motherfuckin' mind)
    Yo I'm saying they gon' smell me on this one
    No doubt, he-heh
    Check it out, oh yeah
    Listen

    On the cross town with the top down
    Sounds banging out the backstreets (alright)
    Me and shorty two deep
    She's flashing me thighs
    Wind blowing through her hair
    Baby we can take it there (take it there)
    But first I gotta make my rise
    Baby slow down
    My crib's on the other side of town
    But from the look in her eyes
    She was hypnotized
    Rubbed her hands on my chest
    And started getting undressed
    Tell me why

    Could it be my chromed out rims?
    Break you neck when you see a nigga dip
    Or could it be the ice you see?
    But you tell me that you're really feelin' me
    Could it be the word on the block?
    I know they told you that a nigga got it locked
    Tell me why you just can't stop
    I'm thinking that it's all about me
    What could it be?

    I got the sixty inch flat TV, what?
    Got it like Dvd, whatever you need
    I got the bubbles in the tub with the back rub (bathtub)
    Silk sheets baby to make love
    Oh girl I want to hit it in the worst way
    After that you'll be coming back like every day
    Oh yeah send you back to your girls with something else to say
    How I hit it, split it, had you with it till the break of day

    Could it be my chromed out rims?
    Break you neck when you see a nigga dip
    Or could it be the ice you see?
    But you tell me that you're really feelin' me
    Could it be the word on the block?
    I know they told you that a nigga got it locked
    Tell me why you just can't stop
    I'm thinking that it's all about me
    What could it be?

    Could it be the drop top Benz
    That got your friends going out on a limb
    Sliding me numbers when you ain't watching them
    Playing me close but I'm not feeling them
    Could it be the time piece flooded with chips?
    You with me cause I flex brigets around my wrist?
    Or large amounts up in my bank account
    You tell me you love me baby but what's that all about

    Could it be my chromed out rims?
    Break you neck when you see a nigga dip
    Or could it be the ice you see?
    But you tell me that you're really feelin' me
    Could it be the word on the block?
    I know they told you that a nigga got it locked
    Tell me why you just can't stop
    I'm thinking that it's all about me
    What could it be?

    Could it be my chromed out rims?
    Break you neck when you see a nigga dip
    Or could it be the ice you see?
    But you tell me that you're really feelin' me
    Could it be the word on the block?
    I know they told you that a nigga got it locked
    Tell me why you just can't stop
    I'm thinking that it's all about me
    What could it be?
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Anthony Hester, Wesley Allen Hogges, Clifton Lighty, Balewa M Muhammad.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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